THAYER
There is it.
The big three words. The letter L word. Finally, out of my chest.
I just confessed that I loved Kennedy. My woman, the only person who embedded my heart, my body, and soul.
Not exactly the reaction I was expecting. Most women would say the letter L-word back, but I knew Kennedy was not those most women. I wasn’t worried. Not at all because what we shared was more than just logic-defying chemistry. It was more than sex. What we shared was everything.
She just came, screaming my name. Her cheeks were red, her body flushed with orgasm. Yet here she was, on top of me as she showered me with kisses, licking my nipples, grinding her heat into my growing cock.
“I want you again,” she said without a shame in her body. I loved her even more.
“Take me however you want, my love.”
She smiled, biting her lip before she lifted her ass, position my cock into her entrance. Then she took me all in.
“Fuck,” I said, gritting my teeth.
“Oh, God!” She threw her head back, eyes-rolling. She looked magnificent. How could I be so lucky to have Kennedy? I didn’t even deserve her generosity, but I would take whatever she offered to me.
She raised, releasing me. Then slowly, she sat on me again. The process was maddening. It made me throb in ecstasy. I watched as she sunk into my cock inch by inch until she reached the root. It was so hot. My spine started to tingle.
A sudden relief enveloped me.
I felt I belonged.
I felt that I belonged to someone—to Kennedy.
I felt her like my home.
She moved on top of me, plunging me in so deep. My muscles began to tighten. I met her in the middle, pushing my cock forward. An ecstatic cry filled in the room.
I held her hips as my thrust sped up. “Touch yourself, darling. I’m so close.”
She started clamping around me, writhing and moaning.
My cock began to thicken. “Open your eyes and look at me. Touch your nipples for me. Pinch them, darling.”
She brought her hands to her breasts, and I nearly came. She looked so hot, pleasuring herself while her blazing eyes were staring back at me.
As soon as I pressed my thumb into her clit, she cried in ecstatic bliss. Her inner walls spasmed around my cock as she came around me.
My skin tingled, my balls tightening. My cock throbbed, hardened than rock. Then I came— the most explosive climax I could remember.
I cuddled her in my arms with the most calming—serenity surrounded us. Her head in the crook of my neck, her breathing was even.
“Hungry?”
“I could use some food.”
She held me when I was about to get up. “Later. Let’s talk about what we left before your—um.”
I looked down. She was biting her bottom lip again. “Look at me.”
She tilted her head, meeting my gaze.
“That was not an emotion-induced confession. I always meant everything—every word I said to you.”
“Good.” She dropped her gaze down to my chest.
“Well, that doesn’t sound good.” My heart pounded. I got this feeling that she was going to see something I might not going to like.
She then took my hand. With her eyes closed, she pressed it against her lips and let go a shuddering breath. “You meant everything to me, too.”
“God, I love you, Kennedy.” I kissed the top of her head. My emotions were all over the place. I’d never confessed my love to anyone, and it was kind of frightening and fascinating at the same time. Watching how she reacted, I felt like I was the luckiest man on earth. She may haven’t said it back, but deep in my heart, I knew she had deep feelings for me too.
“About the drone?”
“Some people used drones to video and take pictures of us. That’s why I was worried. All I care about is for your own good. I don’t wanna have regrets for not doing my best to protect you. Even if we’re here in the middle of the ocean, nothing’s impossible with technology nowadays.”
“I’m sorry. I was bitching with you.”
“No worries. Ash and Lud had scanned the area, and it’s clear. It’s better to be a little paranoid than sorry.”
“Luck is on my side tonight, I guess. I’ll be cautious next time.”
“Now we talked about the elephant in the room. Let me feed you.”
She wore the robe back before she went to the bathroom.
I watched her look at herself in the mirror. “You don’t have to look at yourself. You’re beautiful. Your mole on your back is pretty.” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck while she was watching me. “Do you know what voyeur means?”
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